I was alone,
on a mount I yelled,
wayward flock joined in
with a ticket and token.
I was a topic now
without punctuations
the flow went unchecked,
in place of simile smile I pushed
"Innovation" tagged.
Now that " Change"
a rhetorical device in my hand
I used and spoiled my diction.
Shall I now dump my remains
beneath a headstone
or in the grave up above
for I now doubt
the shrouded skull be hanged.
Mushtaque B. Barq
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